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[the_freak]

It's Eddie...



BRB HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN

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Video

[beyourzoomer]

[She's sitting in the room across the hall from his, curled up on the mattress, headphones around her neck. It had taken her nearly a half hour to stop crying, and then another few minutes before she looked like she hadn't been crying.]

I'm guessing I have you to thank for this?

[She holds up the walkman.]

Video

[the_freak]

[Eddie looks amused and surprised that she's calling him rather than walking around the hall, and if he notices that he hers are still a bit red he's nice enough not to draw attention to it.

He laughs and shrugs a shoulder, clearly not thinking it's that big a deal.]

Better safe than sorry, right? And uh...if some guy says I stole that, you know nothing about it.

Video

[beyourzoomer]

[Another thing she can be grateful to him about; not calling her out on her emotions. She has them, in spades, she just doesn't generally like acknowledging that fact. That she now had a tape full of her favorite song just in case Vecna somehow managed to reach his creepy claws into this dimension offered her reassurance she hadn't felt in days.]

Know nothing about what?

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[the_freak]

That's a girl.
And uh, you want some more variety we can work on that. You're not stuck with Kate Bush for the rest of time.

[He grins lazily.]

You can come over, you know? I'm right here, you don't have to call unless you want to.

Video

[beyourzoomer]

I like other music.

[She loves music in general, but Kate Bush is her obvious comfort music right now. And when he offers her to come over, her eyes light up a little.]

You sure? I know I've been around like, a lot. Since I got here.

audio

[sunglassesincluded]

I have a job for you.

[ Yes, straight to the point. ]

It comes with adequate payment. Meet me at the hospital. My office is in the back.

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[the_freak]

[Eddie makes his way through the hospital, wondering if he should have pressed more about what this job was. But if this payment is what he hopes it is, he can't imagine there is much in this place he would have a problem doing.

He raps his knuckles on the office door, poking his head inside with an easy grin.]

You called?

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[sunglassesincluded]

I did, indeed.

[ The answer is given as Wesker closes a small notebook on the desk in front of him before holding it out towards Eddie.

Inside the book, Eddie will find simple, yet empty tables with headers for ‘Sample Number’, ‘Time’, ‘Photo Number’ and ‘Description’. ]

I need you to gather some samples for me. I already prepared the most likely tools you will need.

[the_freak]

[Taking the notebook, Eddie flips idly through it with a furrowed brow, but nods. Doesn't sound too complicated. So far.]

Before we get into what kind of samples- can we talk about the adequate payment, you promised first?

[sunglassesincluded]

[ Wesker shrugs once in agreement and gestures to the other side of the room where a sizable showcase is hard to overlook. And behind it’s locked glass doors sits a bag that must look eerily familiar to Eddie. ]

A fair compensation for some simple sample collecting, I believe.

80s Texting

[playingtough]

<sub>[A piece of paper, folded up like it was supposed to go in an envelope, is slid under the door where Eddie and Steve are staying, with the outside marked with Eddie's name.]

Not living in the hotel, but if you see me around, I need to talk to you. Usually swing by the diner in the evenings, or I'm in the welcome center working out. Just know it's important.

-H.</sub>

Post-Bite Care

[farrahfawcetts]

Steve is taking his work after the quake seriously. He spends mornings in the greenhouse and the rest of his time either working out with Gladio or trying to help wherever it's needed. It keeps him hopping and away from Eddie more than he'd like to be. But at least at night time he can look forward to being close to him.

If he is around, that is.

Steve just finished washing up and getting back to his and Eddie's room when he realized his boyfriend isn't there. It's not overly late so he's not freaking out but it is late enough that Steve is at least a little concerned. He waits a second before going for his communicator and typing out a message.

All good, babe? You're usually back by now...

[the_freak]

...I think I saw a ghost? Soooo, might be a little late. On my way.

[farrahfawcetts]

A ghost? Seriously?

You okay?

[the_freak]

I don't know man, I don't know how else to explain it. Sad little old fashioned girl. And then she hugged me and disappeared into thin air.

Kinda worried about my sanity, not gonna lie.

[farrahfawcetts]

I feel like anything is possible here. At least she didn't go all murder ghost?

You're alright, baby. Get back here and we'll talk about it. Or I can come meet you? Just tell me what you need.

March 29

[playingtough]

After finishing up with the cake Tommy and leaving, Billy stopped by his room. First for a full shower to let himself think a little, and then into comfortable clothes that covered scarred skin and would be comfortable to sleep in later. His new earring, a gold hoop with sea glass the same color as his eyes, dangles from his ear.

Hm.

Splitting two pieces off of the cake, he gets up and heads out of his room and down to where he knows Harrington and Munson share one. He kicks at the door with his knee to knock at it.

"Hey, stop sucking each other off in there, I've got cake."

[the_freak]

"You wish, man," Eddie says as he opens the door. Steve doesn't appear to be inside, or else he's doing a very good job of hiding.

"Where'd you get cake?" he asks, nodding to invite Billy in if it means he gets some. He's a few bites in before he thinks to ask- "It's not poison or something, right?"

[playingtough]

"No, I don't wish actually." No, Billy had wished for something else for his birthday. He hands over one of the plates and heads in, looking for a spot to set Steve's on. Finally he just puts it on a desk that seems to be messy with D&D plots and other tapes. Maybe other stuff, he's not paying that much attention.

The blond leans against the wall. "No, it's not poison. It's chocolate ice cream birthday cake. You really think I'd get away poisoning anyone in this place?"

[the_freak]

"-S'cold-" Eddie laments through a mouth full of cake, but it's not stopping him. He flashes Billy a smirk and shrugs a shoulder taking a seat on the bed, "Not a bad way to go if you were. Shit's pretty good. Happy Birthday, I guess? I uh-" He looks around the room, before grabbing a pack of smokes and tossing them towards the blond. "Wasn't really prepared with a gift."

[playingtough]

"No shit, Sherlock. Figured that one out all on your own?" Billy grins even as Eddie continues to eat the cold cream. He grabs the smokes tossed to him and looks surprised. "The whole pack for me? Careful, Munson. I might think you like me as a friend or something."

He packs them away, turning his head to pay attention to his movements before looking at Eddie again. All of the movements make the new earring glint. "I had a big thing of cake leftover, so I figured I'd be nice and share with the other Hawkinites before anyone else."

[farrahfawcetts]

It's early in the morning when Steve gets back to their room, heavy from the conversation with Tommy and thoughts of Billy. He sees Eddie in bed and for a second feels his eyes burn with tears. It takes a second to blink them away and then only half a second after that for him to pull off his jeans and shirt and crawl back in beside him.

Steve wraps an arm around Eddie's middle and holds him close, just breathing him in. He presses a kiss to the back of his neck, to his shoulder and crown of his head.

One day, this might be gone. One day, Steve might be alone. But it's not today. And he has to bask in it while he can.

[the_freak]

It's a hell of a nice way to wake up.

Eddie shifts a little as Steve crawls in, still mostly asleep but with a groggy smile forming on his face. The kisses slowly coax him into waking, glancing back over his shoulder at Steve with a puzzled smile.

"Hey," he greets, "Where were you?"

[farrahfawcetts]

"Bad night," he explains, stroking Eddie's hair away from his face as he turns. "I wanted to let you sleep so I took a walk. Ran into Tommy..."

This has to mean something. It was what he told Tommy; Eddie and Billy and Chrissy... Them being here has to mean something. And at least, here, it does to him.

"You can go back to sleep. It's still pretty early."

[the_freak]

"Mmm- Hagan?" Eddie mumbles sleepily, clearly still half sleep. The stroking does lull his eyes closed, but a hand gropes blindly to catch at the arm round his belly, twinning their fingers together.

"Shoulda woken me up. More bad dreams?"